Alone he walks down the side of the road.
The longing he feels for his distant home enshrouds him.
We sometimes speak briefly in passing.
He settles his dark eyes and gentle attention when we talk.
I do likewise with my lighter gaze.
When we part from our brief encounter, I do so saddened.
His heart the greater part of him still beats to another rhythm.
I hope he finds his way. I fear he will travel forever.
Or at least until he can do so no more.
The circling carrion eaters will clean his bones.
I offer them mine so that he might have more time.
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